Last Call
Here comes the time of night when they sound “last call”.
Soon, the bartenders will say “no more, that’s all”.
Their serving of booze has to come to a stall.
Employees make sure the last patrons get the point.
It’s time to go home when they close down the joint.
Workers have to jump and work at a brisk pace.
It takes an awful lot of effort to clean up the place.
It is almost time to see the early morning light.
We will have to follow the same procedure tomorrow night.
Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2012
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